I didn’t mean to, but he came up behind me while I was climbing the Anzac Bridge approach, and I wasn’t expecting to be overtaken. I wasn’t exactly on the rivet, but I was at least giving it a few beans into the headwind.

So he got a face full of belgian toothpaste, and I got a bit of a shock.

Anyway, welcome to my new blog, wherein I shall be a bike bore of the highest order, blabber about how no-one is pedaling hard enough, whine about TV coverage and generally curse the shit out of drivers, pedestrians, other cyclists and essentially everything.

My other blog, where I’ll stop talking about cycling and go back to bitching the shit out of everything else, is still at A Drunken Madman.